As the sun sets, my body sweats; This burned, aching, greedy mess begs in anticipation for when the tide rolls in to fill my soul with nourishment.Lessons and warnings erode from the shore"Drink from the ocean, and thirst even more," Do they know how good the ocean tastes,When you’re aching to drink after for too … Continue reading Dying of Thirst
Chalk lines on pavement once meant hopscotch; now, they outline the bodies. Orphaned backpacks of bulletproof fabrics litter the vibrant halls, while the children line up in clouds to get fitted for angel wings. On the wall: "NOTICE: Heaven is running low on size '7T'" A little girl wonders if they come in a pony theme... As a nation, paralyzed … Continue reading Unchanged
Can I just disappear? If I do, what happens to this confusion? I don’t know what I’m doing... I just know I don’t belong. It’s a problem I can’t solve. No matter what I do, I always feel alone.
As the night rolls on, I’m wide awake, watching the moon from the tidal waves where the horizon meets the sky- can you see the stars tonight? I made my wish on time machines, shining down on what we’d been. Memories played like favorite songs, over and over, we sang along. We dance on dampened, … Continue reading Do You Still Think of Me?
The world moved around her in a way she could not follow. Friends spoke, children laughed... But she sat alone, smiling back at curious gazes, trying to exist but fading.
Wrap me in your silky arms, ribbons of love around my wrists. I’ve found myself within your knots, Tied up, or down, or in your kiss. This noose that hangs around my throat, A final breath I'll never miss. Suffocating in our dreams, Consoled through death by wandering lips.
My hatred for youis like fire in a storm.It burns only as longAs the rain waits to fall.The smoke is nonexistentWhen the clouds disappear.
When you’re raised to be the caretaker- When everyone relies on you- When you learn to give everything you have because even that won’t keep the boat afloat… Not only does it leave you hollow, while providing a comforting feeling of inadequacy, or guilt, or selfishness If you are not providing your blood to soothe … Continue reading Doodling with Words #3
They promised a younger me that love would be sweet.It would hold me, late at night, and listen to me weeplike a child calling for mom, or a wolf howling to pack.I’d wrap myself in my lover’s arms, safe to simply act.But that is not the case, for truth is never nice.And a beautiful girl … Continue reading Doodling with Words #2
It seems this is my hill, My long awaited test- I roll this boulder up the slope And lose it as it crests. While it plummets down, I’m trapped in my disdain Of walking toward the valley’s edge To roll it up again. My gaze is lost in mild stress, And I cannot see the … Continue reading Doodling in words #1